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Chapter 297 You need a reason to kill a sect to build its foundation

"what?"

Han Lin was stunned.

"Give you."

Jiang Ding once lost a token. It was made by the sect when Liu Sanqi was here. It was used to represent the identity of Jinling Mountain disciples and also had the function of entering places such as the library pavilion.

Han Lin left with a little shock.

"Next, mercury silver spiritual gold."

"It belongs to me, and only I can play its true role, instead of refining it into some messy poison flag..."

Jiang Ding said to himself.

call out!
A blue flying sword broke through the mountain formation and flew into the distance.

……

The foundation building discussion in the sect's main hall ended, and the foundation building lights dispersed.

"Brother from the Lingwu clan,"

A monk in the early stage of Zhou's foundation building felt inexplicably uneasy, and lowered his voice and said: "It's enough to talk about my uncle in the sect hall. It's just words. We will directly snatch the poisonous silver mine from our uncle." ...If we wait for him to build the foundation, I'm afraid..."

Fear flashed across the faces of several nearby foundation-building monks who were friends with the Zhou family.

According to the jade slips recorded by the disciples, the innate sword body during the Qi training period killed fellow warriors like butchering dogs.

If it is to build a foundation,

I can't imagine what a terrible situation it would be.

"What is his poisonous silver mine?"

Zhou Lingwu looked unhappy and sneered: "Lanshan Spirit Mine, this is a spiritual mine that the sect has mined for hundreds of years. When did it become privately owned? If that is the case, I will also find a spiritual iron mine tomorrow."

"Even so..."

The surrounding foundation-building monks were still silent.

In the world of cultivating immortals, there is nothing unreasonable or unreasonable. The strong have always been respected, and the weak dare to take things from the strong. This is against the principles.

"So, what is so?!"

Zhou Lingwu said impatiently: "He has been a coward in Jinling Mountain for so long. He must have no hope of building a foundation. So what if he is practicing Qi to dominate? Don't be like this."

"To take a step back, so what if he builds a foundation? Is this thing for my own use? Can I afford the third-level poisonous silver mine?"

he sneered.

"Could it be that, Brother Lingwu, you dedicated yourself to..."

The three foundation builders felt relieved and breathed a sigh of relief.

It’s not just about doing things alone.

"You don't have to think about me like this. Although the Poisonous Silver Mine is of high value, I don't take it seriously."

Zhou Lingwu shook his head, with murderous intent in his eyes: "The golden fruit from the Nine Apertures must belong to my Zhou family, and it must belong to my Uncle Long, no one can take it away, no one can!"

"It would be better if he argued."

"If you really want to risk your life and seize the third-level spiritual mine from the ancestor of Jindan, this is exactly what I and the elders in the clan want to see..."

His words were cold.

"Brother, I underestimated you."

The surrounding Foundation Establishment monks looked solemn and ashamed.

Keng!
Suddenly, there was a sword cry.

The expressions of all the foundation-building monks who had just come out of the sect's main hall changed wildly. They paused and looked up at the sky, instinctively feeling panic in their hearts.

call out!
A blue flying sword came through the air, and a faint sword intention of destruction permeated all directions, watching all the foundation-building monks from the clouds.

"Greetings...little uncle!"

Lei Linghe, the leader of the Peak Foundation Establishment, had a bitter look on his face. He had a premonition of something and bowed his head respectfully.

"Foundation?"

"Building the foundation!"

Many Seven Feather Sect foundation-building monks realized something. They were surprised, panicked, uneasy, resentful, etc., but no matter what, they all bent down and bowed their heads respectfully to the sky.

"Goodbye, little uncle!"

Thousands of foundation-building monks bowed and sang in unison.

The azure flying sword spread out its sword intent, searched for a moment, locked onto Zhou Lingwu and the other four, and flew down into a beam of azure sword light.

The other foundation builders breathed a sigh of relief and woke up from the fear and stiffness suppressed by the sword intent.Then he saw the flying sword falling with killing intent, clean and neat, without any nonsense.

"Uncle Junior, no!"

The face of leader Lei Linghe changed.

"I am the foundation of the sect, you dare to kill me?!"

Zhou Lingwu roared.

His heart was filled with fear, and all his magic power and spiritual consciousness exploded. A high-grade flame shield magic weapon unfolded in front of him. The flames rose and the golden light rose to several feet high, completely covering him in front of him.

However, the fear in my heart has no intention of reducing it.

"Old Ancestor Zhou!"

"I am Patriarch Zhou, a clansman of your second senior brother! You can't kill me!"

Zhou Lingwu trembled and shouted.

The azure flying sword paused for a moment, seeming to be thinking, before breaking away from the sword light form.

"The Poisonous Silver Mine belongs to the sect! It was not taken by me!"

Zhou Lingwu woke up from the suffocating fear and roared: "You have no reason to kill me, otherwise you will die from the sect. The two ancestors will not let you go."

"If I die, you will die too!"

"You want a reason?"

"There are indeed some."

The azure flying sword vibrated the air, emitted a sound, and then passed to the leader Lei Linghe a scene retrieved from the soul of the monk at the peak of the Blood Slaughter Hall's Foundation Establishment.

"Yu Ying is dead and his soul is being searched?!"

Lei Linghe's expression changed, and he was extremely frightened.

This is the prestigious foundation-building peak cultivator of the Blood Slaughter Hall. He is much stronger than him. He has the lives of more than ten people in the Seven Feather Sect's foundation building, and he is also the controller of many secret operations of the Blood Slaughter Hall.

"...the secret spy...even if Zhou Lingwu committed a heinous crime."

Lei Linghe was not surprised by this matter, and reluctantly said: "Uncle Junior, please wait until the ancestor comes out of seclusion, and then the verdict will be issued..."

"No need."

"Since there is a reason, that's enough."

call out!
The azure flying sword no longer paused, turned into a sword light and fell towards Zhou Lingwu's head. It regarded the flaming shield as nothing and pierced through instantly without even the slightest blocking effect.

"No!"

Zhou Lingwu was so frightened that he went crazy and burned his essence and blood to escape towards the main peak of the Fire Vein.

call out!
A blue flying sword passed through his head, leaving a big hole in his forehead. His body froze and fell to the ground weakly, splashing large amounts of dust.

The surrounding Seven Feather Sect foundation-building monks felt extremely cold in their hearts.

The foundation-building monks like them, who were also called uncles and seniors outside, died in front of them like dead dogs, not even doing much to resist.

"Thunder Linghe."

The azure flying sword buzzed and vibrated, and a voice came out, saying calmly: "As the head of the sect, you let Xi Zuo infiltrate the sect's senior officials. Do you know your guilt?"

"Disciple guilty!"

Lei Linghe's body trembled, not daring to make any excuses.

He didn't have the confidence to escape from the flying sword that beheaded Taoist Yu Ying from the Blood Slaughter Hall. Naturally, whatever the other party said was what he said.

"Then, there should be accomplices in this dark place. Should you investigate thoroughly?"

The azure flying sword swept past and landed clearly on the other three foundation-building monks who participated in the seizure of the poisonous silver mine, making them look fearful, and their blood and souls almost solidified.

"Uncle Junior, this..."

Lei Linghe looked troubled.

As far as he knew, this matter involved Patriarch Zhou. How could a mere sect leader dare to stroke the tiger's beard?
"Disciple will try his best to investigate."

He said bravely.

"Okay, as soon as possible, don't let the sect be harmed by Xizuo."

"Otherwise, I will personally take action and kill all the demons from the Blood Slaughter Hall who intend to lurk in the sect."

The blue sword light flicked its tail and disappeared in front of everyone.

Many Seven Feather Sect Foundation Builders breathed a sigh of relief.

They stood up and looked at each other.

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